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The young Prince awakens to an elf around his own age. Looming over the elf. Is Adrianus in his Cerusil armor. "Get up Nerd. You have warrants to write me and darkspawn to purge."

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Tier Progression Old Lore New Lore Purpose Pretty straight forward, only tier one listed the spells accessible for that tier. For the spells each tier can learn I went with the tier the mage would have to be to lead the ritual. This would make it easier for teachers and students alike to keep track of the spells they can learn for each tier.

‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ ❖ ‡ Late one day when the sun began to set and the shadows grew long, I felt a familiar creeping welling up within my stomach begging for something to eat. By this time I had grown tired of the day already, I had neither the energy to cook nor could I find any brother or sister for which to bother for my concerns. Momentarily I had questioned if I should simply have taken it as an opportunity to fast in honor of GOD. I should have listened. I should have followed through and not second guess myself. I decided I wanted something to eat, and like a fool, I went searching. Once the sun fell below the horizon I began stalking through the roads searching for anything to tame the increasingly raging beast inside my stomach. I was just about to give up hope when I felt a menacing aura overtake me, and from the shadows I could feel the burning gaze of an other being stalking me like prey. Cautiously I peered into the darkness to see the approaching threat, a metallic scraping echoing down the cobbled road. I could see the glinting of the moon against the silvery metal of a hand-pushed cart full of mysterious tools and objects fast approaching me. The man behind the cart looked friendly enough claiming to be selling burgers of the highest quality, food that will last a lifetime and never go bad. At first I was skeptical, but I didn’t have time to question it when hunger began overtaking my body. He offered me two burgers for a single coin, a strange deal, but it was what I needed at the time. Taking the coin, the man grabbed burgers from his cart. They were warm, but they were the saddest burgers I have ever seen in my entire life. They were flat and of dull colors, a fist imprint pressed into the top bun as though the entire thing had been gripped and made with great force. Unable to control my hunger I shoveled the demon burgers into my mouth and thought nothing of it. I could have sworn the man moaned as I did so, although I couldn’t fathom this being the case. Overall, the burgers weren’t terrible, although they were nothing exceptional in a way I would recommend. Biggest mistake of my entire life. Later that evening those infernal sandwiches began a crusade in my stomach that my anus never stood a chance at surviving. Lying in bed my stomach began blaring like the sounds of a million evil trumpets screaming in unison. The smells I produced were akin to being trapped in an outhouse built atop a thousand rotting corpses that have been baking in the heat for three weeks with all the smells being trapped inside the toilet. Jumping out the bed I ran in search of the nearest toilet, river, or hole in which to relieve myself, not to mention the brief fit of vomitting.. To cut it short, the experince was panicked, awful, and thankfully shrouded in the cloak of night. By the time the horrors had passed I began searching for a hole to throw myself into so that I could keel over and die peacefully. I felt violated hoping that this wouldn’t be my end, the fear of my legacy being me found slouched over dead before the most unholy hole of excrement ever seen overwhelming. It has since been nearly three days and I have yet to fully recover. Overall I would rate my experience a 6 out of 10. - Penned reluctantly: Ex-GrandMaster, Halston Veyont.

"What a journey. . ." he spoke out. "A skilled liar, you were. It is a shame you put your intelligence to poor use. . as so many do, these days. I hope you find your peace, Sermi." spoke the mage off of the edge of his tower, as the wind blew his cloak behind him.

Upon the pleasant news, Lady Nefeli Py'lrie poured a drink in celebration, contented over the return of the Royarch. "The stars have blessed us yet again." She triumphantly cheered.

The valah watched as the Prince strolled into the city, a smile reaching across his face, excited with the return of Illthrak.

"About time" A certain Cerusil mumbles as he walks across the training grounds in the barracks "I want my castle!"

From afar, a vengeful elf nods in approval.

Laerdya smiled with the return of Illthrak, good tidings with his return, the Prince heralded by a Silver Phoenix when he took to the Celia'norian Throne "Ay'Celia'nor, Ay'Illthrak."

*Eir states with much enthusiasm as they can muster* "We're so back 😎👍" *they said, with both a thumbs up and sunglasses*

Upon hearing the news from her sister, she felt like she was about to cry from relief. Malna did not know Sermi, did not speak with her... but she knew what she did to her sister, her ukhti. That terrified her, unraveling the perfect life she tried to build, only for her to build it again. "You will be safe Calleina... I promise."

The Dame in red (Sofiele) seemingly squints at this "I hear the canonist screeching already."

Her Ladyship, Irelia Py'lrie read the missive regarding the return of the Royarch as a proud smile look takes to her worn features whilst she resided within the Py'lrie Estate before she would make haste to the Palace for the matter of Illthrak's return. "May the stars rejoice along with our dearest citizens of your safe return, your Royal Highness!" Chirped the woman to those along the streets who also made way to the Palace!

The Cerusil , Parir of the Draga'ar Company read the missive as he prepares his Diraar and Dion'sil to greet the returning Royarch He quietly reads it before he heads to the palace to inquired more on this matter. "A welcoming return of our Prince. He has certainly brought artifact for the Five Original Company of the Diraar" He commented as he snaps his finger for the small musin chef to hand him a greatsword. TO HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, PRINCE ILLTHRAK IBARELLAN Upon reading the news of your return, I wish to inform you that success has made with the expansion of the ranks and rally of the Celia'diraar in all companies. May your return not only bring motivation, but a push for the up and coming Diraar who wishes to show their newfound talent for the vaste realm of the North that we roam freely upon. May we all be inspired and push forward with your companionship at the next Celia'diraar Address. AY’PUERAN; The Honourable Parir, Celius Cerusil, Former Evarir of the Cerusil Talonnii, Leading head of the Draga'ar Company

Rhys var Ruthern plots his attendance.

"Declaration of Rapscallion?" asked Rhys var Ruthern.

OUR PRINCE RETURNS HUZZAH!!!!

[!] A note was attached to the note within the Canonist Church in Reinmar, and the notes would soon follow through messengers and altar boys attaching the same script under every Church's notice board, and wherever this note may be found. You lie. You mean to say that we have somehow wronged you, and you have fallen down this path. You are a liar. If you are not a liar, then name me one single man who has cast you aside in your time of need from my Church, and I swear before the Lord that I will defrock this man and punish him, thus lifting any crime of which you have commited upon our Church. But, it is not true, is it? You simply want a scapegoat for selling your soul to the demons and creatures, men with the heads of goats and birds. You simply want to be recognised as someone wronged, that you may point a crooked finger onto something Holy and Virtuous and say 'Behold, for you have WRONGED me, so come and take my rebuke.' But, it is not true, is it? I dare onto you, friend of mine. Should you wish true help, should you wish to test the Church against your lies, and should you decide to come and seek help, I bow before you. For all manner of men and elfin kind know of my name, as a dispenser of MERCY. I am He who slays not one not which I have not spared at least once. And thus, I offer you this same clemency that had been offered to countless of devilspawn and the iniqutious blasphemer. Cease your senseless lies, and come ask counsel. I have answer for the petty drivel which you have plastered over my Churches, and I have reasons that you are incapable of understanding. And if you are incapable of coming as a brave man and presenting yourself before me as I have commanded you, then at least people will know that I have offered my hand onto you, and it was not my Church which has rejected you, but instead you who have rejected clemency and mercy - this deed which you accuse us of. And, at least when that happens, you will have proven that you are no manner of an oppressed wretch, nor that you were cast aside by mine hand, but that you have sold your soul and spirit to the demons willingly, and without due cause have strayed from the path of the LORD. Thus, my mace fill find upon your forehead.

A gloomy night drew near to the lands of Celia’nor whilst the Royarch sat within his tower looking to a large map of Aevos laid upon a table whilst small wood carved figures sat among the board, He was planning for the upcoming war that was delayed by the will of the skygods he decided his mind was filled and needed to be calmed. Once the moon shone on the white walls of Celia’nor he slipped out with his armor worn and a small bag of supplies with his blades on at his hip. Illthrak moved through the night into the far north. for days in and out he lived from the land and the cold that became familiar to him, but as he sat upon the edge of his camp fire one night something clicked in his mind, a thought that began to clear the fog and clutter from the Royarchs mind, his expression became determined he finally knew his goal. Illthrak then stepped forth into his journey back to Celia’nor with a bundle of 5 items taken from the north whilst he traveled, The new materials that will be used to craft 5 blades for the Companies of the Celia’diraar. And as he marched it became warmer the further he moved south until he saw the white walls sitting upon the top of the cliffside, a smile took over The Royarchs face as he finally returned home, He started to long for this moment, the moment he could start moving forward with his people once again. Once he entered the gates shrouded in a white pelt he peered to his citizens with a joyful expression, The Prince then turned into the Barracks and met his eyes with Mordu’lar Sylvir who was training within, “The time has come, We march west” The Ibarellan told the Mordu’lar, Then quickly after the horns of the Celia’diraar echoed throughout the city The Prince has returned

this is very interesting to see the least, interested to see where it goes tbh.

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